At the pre-holiday banquet, Dumbledore announced that all issues related to the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts had been properly resolved, reassuring the children not to worry.
During the banquet, Howl clearly noticed Ron holding a chicken leg in each hand, yet wearing a bitter expression.
The undead cannot taste anything.
After the banquet, he took the two children directly from the Shrieking Shack back to Privet Drive, and then spent some time sending Hermione home.
Hermione's emotions had stabilized; the gloom that had enveloped her in the morning, shared with friends, no longer felt like such a hardship.
On the contrary, the sight of their teachers standing in front of them stirred her greatly, and perhaps in the near future, the girl would have some new ideas she wished to put into practice.
After a whole day of busyness, Howl felt physically and mentally exhausted, and as soon as he returned home, he collapsed onto the sofa.
Athens… Ancient Greece…
Thinking this, he propped himself up again and walked towards the basement, which he had not visited in a long time.
In the study in the basement, Howl looked at the longsword placed on the long table.
That was tritons sword, obtained from Blackbeard, with the ability to control sailing ships and the flow of water within a certain area.
In terms of effect alone, it wasn't particularly strong; he himself had a hundred ways to achieve what tritons sword could do.
However, what tritons sword granted was not a fixed spell.
Instead, it was a conceptual power, as if a certain authority was directly entrusted to the wielder, making it as easy to use as one's own arm.
As long as he could decipher its secrets, he could reach a higher level.
Thinking this, he walked over and slowly picked up the sword.
Items of extremely high grade cannot be picked up using simple methods, including conventional Accio, Wizards Hand, and so on.
The fluctuations surrounding it could easily dissipate the logic of constructed spells.
Just like wind and fog.
Next to the longsword, there were also loose parchment pages.
That was the Thales manuscript he had obtained earlier. Although not an original, it still benefited him greatly.
He lifted the longsword, carefully observing the hidden rune fluctuations on it, trying to deconstruct the specific runes from within.
As always, he found nothing.
Shaking his head helplessly, suppressing the stirring in his heart, he put both the longsword and the manuscript into his right arm, then looked to the other side.
A gleaming golden trident.
With it, one could even achieve things similar to what Moses did back then…
The next morning, as Howl dressed, Lucifer keenly noticed the look of anticipation on his face.
"What are you fantasizing about?" he asked grumpily.
"What do you mean fantasizing! This is anticipation!!" Howl glanced at him.
Harry, standing beside them, was a bit confused. Howl looked at his thick clothes and scarf, urging him to take them off.
"Athens has a typical Mediterranean climate; wearing so much now will make you die of heat."
Outside the window, the Parnitha mountain range, located north of Athens, was faintly visible, with dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.
Did this guy not check the weather at all?
He then explained: "The Acropolis of Athens is in the very center of Athens, meaning 'city-state on a hill.'
The Acropolis of Athens was initially a comprehensive public building, and then after the city-state developed and its population expanded, the Acropolis of Athens gradually took on more religious significance, becoming—the dwelling place of the gods.
And what I am anticipating is that, to this day, the urban planning of the Attica region of Athens has always adhered to the rule: 'Human buildings cannot be higher than the dwelling places of gods.'
In other words, the Athenians' respect for history gives me an opportunity to find ancient magic inheritances. It won't be a wasted trip like when I went to Norway before."
Harry nodded, remembering what Uncle Howl had said before, that his system of learning was eclectic, but mostly originated from Ancient Greece.
After all this, it seemed they had arrived at the source of Uncle Howl's studies.
Thinking this, he also felt a sense of anticipation.
After all, he still wanted to learn real magic in the future.
Stepping out of Moonlight Fortress and looking down, there was a cluster of buildings, and looking into the distance, several towering hills in the city were faintly visible.
Further out was the indigo blue Mediterranean Sea.
Howl looked back at Moonlight Fortress, raised his hand to re-stabilize the series of concealment spells on it, then put an arm around Harry's shoulder.
The next moment, the two flew high. The so-called warmth was only relative; when he ascended to high altitude, the biting winter wind blew across his face.
Then, Howl raised a barrier with his hand, blocking the cold wind.
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